You know, I used to spend every day thinking about you and dreaming about you. And every time you walked by I lost myself. Do you know what that feels like? You couldn’t possibly know what it feels like to have that person not have the same feelings back.
Look, I’m sorry if you miss the way I looked at you, but I don’t miss the way you never looked at me.
There’s something about turning 18 that makes you feel like your life is over. It makes you feel like you’re supposed to know what’s going on and that you’re supposed to do something about it. It makes you feel like there are things you can’t do anymore. And once you’re 18, you’re allowed to anyway. It makes you feel like you’re not a teenager anymore and all those immature, overdramatic cliche moments are much too juvenile for you. It makes you think that you’ve got to be the responsible one, like you have to be the adult. And other people expect that from you too.
or maybe it’s just me and I’m ranting because I never wanted to turn 18 in the first place.
“Just pull me down hard and drown me in love.
I miss the sound of your voice the loudest thing in my head and I ache to remember all the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said. I miss the pull of your heart I can taste the sparks on your tongue. Come on, get higher ‘cause everything works love, everything works in your arms”—Matt Nathanson (come on get higher)